Now here's another key bit of info, this guy may come on quite aggressively and may even try to get you out the door and into his waiting car, where he'll either ravish you right on the spot or take you home to ravish you in his messy bed. Do not fall for it and never go home with a man you've just met. This is just plain common sense nowadays, when your werewolf could turn out to be a psycho killer truly, but I refer you back to my rule about not having sex. He will be even more interested when you state firmly that you respect yourself way too much to give into some guy you just met.

  What if he doesn't? What if he walks away? Well do you really want a guy who isn't willing to put more than a few hours effort into getting a woman? Obviously this hunter was hunting only for a night's pleasure and unless you want that, you're better off without him. Most wolves will stick around though, as the chase is the best part for them and the longer you can draw it out, the happier they will be.

  Now, once you've got this werewolf and the chase is over, you're not entirely off the hook. You'll need to keep things interesting to satisfy the hunter inside him. Now I'm not saying you should think up sex games and bend over backwards(literally or figuratively) to please him, in fact, I'm saying the opposite. You must maintain your worth. By that, I mean you should respect yourself and love yourself more than him, more than anyone.

  Sound selfish? As women, we're taught to be self-sacrificing, to give all for our family or our man. Stand by your man and all that crap. Well those are the women whose men, whom they just stood by, cheat on them. In pleasing everyone else and sacrificing the things you want, you lose yourself. You become a maid, a mother, a housekeeper, a cook. No longer a mate.

  Now keeping a clean home and cooking for your family are not bad things, I'm not saying you shouldn't do them. I'm saying that you should know your worth and expect to be treated well because you do them. You can be a good mother and look after the children, as long as he watches them when you go get your weekly pedicure. You need to demand constant respect from the Moonstruck werewolf or he will forget that you are worthy of it.

  That being said, a few sex games involving a chase down the hallway wouldn't hurt either. Mainly, you don't want to become a pleaser, you want to do first what pleases you. It really shouldn't be that difficult, the Moonstruck wolf wants to provide for his mate, he wants to please her, so think about what you really want and ask for it.

  Ever see those relationships with the bitchy woman and the aggressive man who still ends up bowing to her every command? You wonder how she gets him to do those things and how he does them while still looking so damn manly and attractive. He's a Moonstruck werewolf and she is his Alpha Bitch, they're the perfect couple and you should emulate them. Just a note here, I'm not suggesting you become a bitch, in fact that could be the wrong way to go with this guy. You should expect him to treat you well because he always has and as soon as he starts slipping, you should calmly and sweetly point it out to him and just as sweetly say you know he loves you and you know he'll fix it. In fact, with this guy a simple “I'm not happy,” will work wonders, just do as Madonna says and express yourself.

  This type of wolf needs sex and attention from you and if he's faced with the prospect of being denied either of those things, he will come to heel. Now for another dog analogy, you shouldn't actually deny him these things but instead give him more of them when he does well. Dogs respond to positive reinforcement. So when he brings you home flowers, give him a good scratch behind the ears.

  Runs with the Pack

  This is the werewolf's werewolf, the alpha wolf, the man who can't help but lead, and in order to do that, he needs a pack. Now, as I mentioned before, several women will try to replace his pack with themselves. This inevitably goes bad and they inevitably show up at my house crying their eyes out and wailing about how he doesn't think that they're enough for him.

  Well let me clear this up for all of you right now. You're not enough for him. Don't look at the book like that. You have your pack of friends too, probably with the token gay man involved as well, so don't give me any crap for saying he needs more than you because you obviously need more than him. A relationship does not mean you have to cut yourselves off from the rest of humanity. No, it means that you face the rest of humanity together, as a team. So stop giving him crap over wanting friends because this type of werewolf needs them. He needs them to feel happy, secure, and important, and again, no, you're not enough to make him feel all of those things.

  So now I give you an alternative. Instead of taking away from his family, add to it. Grab a bunch of your friends as well as a bunch of his and have a party. Make an effort to include his pack occasionally in things you do. Now I'm not saying you have to put up with his friends if they're rude or trash your house or display any type of werewolf behavior that's better suited to outside. In fact, this is where the Pack Mistress comes in.

  As alpha female, you deserve and demand respect. If a friend of his has become loud or obnoxious, make it clear that this type of behavior is not acceptable around ladies. He will either apologize and moderate himself or he will become more aggressive, in which case, your alpha wolf will put him in his place and look at you with a new amount of respect. You have now become the alpha female. Demand obedience but when they do turn belly up and apologize, be sure to reward them with a rub... and by that I mean a cold beer.

  I'm sure you've met a Pack Mistress before. This is the woman whose husband always has his friends over on the weekend. The house that everyone loves to hang out at, where you feel comfortable and safe because the assortment of men there give the distinct impression that they could handle any badness that came their way. But more importantly, this home is cleverly maintained and the parties are deftly orchestrated by the lady of the house. She walks through a room and the men give her a nod of respect, the women a smile of admiration. Who wouldn't want to be that woman?

  Maybe you're a loner though and you don't want to be that woman. Maybe the thought of your home invaded every weekend gives you the shivers. I totally understand. As an artist, I need my alone time but I'm satisfied with the amount of time I get when the Pack werewolf goes off with his friends to a sports game, so I can deal with the social events later. If you can't however, I'm sorry to break it to you but this is not the man for you, look for a Sun Hating vampire instead.

  Monster Hunting

  Okay, ladies, it's time for me to release you into the wild, let you stretch your little birdie wings and catch the eye of your next possible monster. I just want to say a few more things before you fly away. First, be yourself and be true to that. Please don't take this advice to the extreme though and pull the honesty routine with the men you meet. Honesty is great and all but when you're dating you need to hold some things back or you'll scare the monsters away.

  I'm not saying to misrepresent yourself, be yourself and be true to it by not letting a man impose what he wants onto you but you don't have to spill all the secrets of your soul and tell him how you want to be married in five years either. Keep that to yourself for now. However, if a man is giving you the impression that he wants you to behave a certain way, forget it. You do not want to spend the rest of your life pretending to be something that you aren't, you want your monster to love you for you. Half the time, he'll respect you more for being yourself anyway.

  Often what we think a man wants is not what he actually wants. So pay attention and figure out whether he's a vampire or a werewolf, then you can judge whether he's right for you. If not, move on, there are plenty of wolves in the woods and vamps in their coffins.

  Keep Reading for a sneak peak into the first book of The Godhunter Series. Godhunter is free on Amazon, get your copy here:

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  Chapter One

  “There were of old certain men versed in sorcery, Thor, namely, and Odin, and many others, who were cunning in contriving marvelous sleights; and they, winning the minds of the simple, began to claim the rank of gods.”

  Saxo Grammaticus, Gesta Danorum, 13th century

  When someone asks if you’re a god, you say yes!

  Those were the words going through my mind the first time I met Thor. In my line of work they should have been words to live by… literally. At least they would have been had I remembered them in time. Unfortunately, Bill Murray’s voice taunted me inside my head mere seconds too late. Thanks a lot, Bill.

  My forgetfulness left me facing the distinct possibility of an early and creatively painful demise. If only I'd remembered the movie wisdom sooner. Yes, movie wisdom. Scoff all you want but it may surprise you how much useful information is hidden in movies. At least that's what I tell myself so I can feel better about thinking in movie quotes half the time.

  “So, Thor,” I smirked up at the muscle-bound madman while he glowered down at me through a fall of his shimmering copper hair. “What's it gonna be? Hammer, lightning, fists of fury? Lightning might singe the rug a bit. Odin might not appreciate that, looks kinda old.”

  Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to taunt gods but hey, what did I have to lose? He’d caught me red handed, bent over the new “Make War not Love” campaign plans I found in the Human Relations room of Valhalla. I hadn’t even heard the loud-mouthed God of Thunder coming in, if you can believe that one. Loud-mouthed didn’t automatically mean loud-footed, evidently. Then to make matters worse, he asked me if I was a god. Like maybe I was a newbie or something, and what did I, the ever quick-witted one say? I said no. Could someone please tell me if they’ve seen an unclaimed brain lying about? I've no idea where I’ve left mine.

  Then again, maybe I should cut myself some slack. It’s a little shocking to be face to face, well face to chest, with what had to be close to seven feet of gorgeous, vibrant, leather-clad Viking godliness. Did I mention gorgeous…and the leather? I don’t mean that yuppie silky lambskin either. I mean hard core, I’m gonna bust your ass if you look at me wrong, well worn but still strong enough to wipe the floor with your face, leather. Just seeing the way it teased me by gripping all that muscle, made me want to rip it to shreds just to teach it a lesson. Bad leather, Viking gods should be naked.

  “You want to see my hammer?” Thor’s eyes gleamed as he looked slowly up and down my body, which took longer than it should have for all five-foot-three… and a half… of me.

  “Whoa there, Viking,” I leaned back further on the table he’d previously planted me on. “Raping and pillaging days are in the past. You gotta catch up on the times.” I snapped my fingers in his face. “Nowadays there are laws on the treatment of prisoners.”

  “Not for gods,” his lips twitched just slightly but I caught the movement and I started to hope I might actually make it out of this mess alive. Get 'em laughing, then run while they're distracted. It's not the best plan but it's worked for me before.

  “Hey, like I always say, gods are people too,” I smiled my best P.R. smile. Gods are great, they’re not at all out to cause mayhem and suck power out of the human race, really, and I’m definitely not here to foil your evil plans. I smiled bigger.

  “No we’re not,” the frown was back and he leaned a meaty fist on the table next to my hip for good measure. The leather around his forearm creaked at me gleefully.

  Okay, that was more like it. I could handle a mad god better than a horny one. I congratulated myself on the sharpness of my tongue until I felt his thumb scrape lightly over my jeans. Shit. More creaky leather commentary came as he leaned in closer and I found myself wondering how much strain the stuff could take. Maybe he’d bust his seams before he had a chance to bust my face. I can’t say the prospect didn’t have its own appeal even without saving me an ass whoppin'.

  “Now, now,” I clucked my tongue at him, trying for my best schoolmarm imitation and hoping he didn’t have a thing for teachers. “You mustn’t forget your own history. Shall I refresh your memory?”

  “Try me, human,” he made a sound halfway between a sniff and a snort, “let's hear what you think you know of gods.”

  “Well for one thing,” I poked my finger into his massive chest, “I know you aren’t gods at all, so you can just stop with the holier than thou attitude, buster.”

  A thick eyebrow arched up and Thor’s lips went into mini spasms.

  “For another thing,” yes, I was still poking him, “I know where you’re from, Atlantean. I know your god abilities are nothing more than technological and magical advances your kind kept from the rest of humanity in an attempt to rule the world. Advances that ended up destroying Atlantis but still you all didn’t think that was any reason to stop practicing them.”

  “Practice does make perfect,” his eyes started to spark with the very magic I’d referenced and I knew I had only one shot to get out alive and un-hammered as it were.

  “I know something else too,” I whispered and looked side to side conspiratorially.

  He couldn’t help it; his smile finally broke free before he leaned in closer, “What’s that?”

  “I know if I do this,” I kicked my leg out as hard as I could and caught him where no man likes to be kicked, “god or not, you’re going down.”

  I jumped off the table the minute Thor landed, groaning and cupping himself on the thick carpet. I ran through the door, already chanting the spell that would get me through the wards of Valhalla and out into the Aether. I felt the magic rush over me like a hot sentient wind, as I ran down a long hallway to the Tracing room. It sparked eagerly, urging me back to where I came from. Everything in its place and all that.

  The trace point sealed behind me with a low murmur of magic and a pressurized pop in my ears. Then the Aether pulled me in, my body becoming a mere memory with a tingling, freeing ecstasy. I flowed through streams of pure magic, my spell pushing me along to my destination so I didn't have to navigate the waters myself. With another pressure-pop that announced the return of my ears, and a healthy jolt of gravity, I exited the Aether and felt my body reluctantly become physical again.

  My momentum carried me into the opposite wall of the alley I'd arrived in, and I automatically crouched into a fighting stance just in case Thor had managed to follow me through. Tracing was a rush, add the adrenaline of the chase to it and it left me panting for breath and shaking. My pulse beat heavily in my ears, the thudding drowning out the traffic I could see in my peripheral vision. I was holding my kodachi before me and I hadn’t even realized I’d drawn the Japanese shortsword. Remnants of magic sparked blue and drifted to the ground in a roughly circular outline but the wall before me remained the same, no ripples, no blurring, no sign of Thor at all. I stood slowly, leaned back, and felt my heart rate start to decelerate as I slid the sword into its scabbard.

  “God damn Buffy! Freakin’ vampire slayer gets all the props,” I muttered. “Vampires, hmph, please! Bunch of melodramatic pussies. And werewolves? I'd fight one of those puppies any day rather than a god. At least they can't pull magic out of their furry asses. Now Fairies, I might not be thrilled to meet one of them in a dark alley… a dark alley kinda like this one.” I shoved myself quickly away from the wall and power-walked towards the street, still bitching about a fictional vampire hunter under my breath.

  “Vampire Slayer,” I grumbled, “Try killing a god sometime and then get back to me. Blondie wouldn't last a day. She'd be whining to her mommy about the unfairness of it all within minutes. Oh, and falling for your prey... total amateur. You don't crap where you eat and you don't kill where you sleep. Or sleep with who you kill. No wait, that's necrophilia. Oh whatever, it's just dumb to let your prey seduce you.” I had a flash of Thor's striking face, blue eyes sparkling, and decided to just shut the hell up. That guy Spike was kind of sweet to her, in a psycho kind of way. Ugh, I threw my hands up and shook my head.

  You might be wondering how someone gets into the god hunting business and all I can tell you is: hell if I know. I pretty much stumbled face first into it. Like hitting a rock when you're riding a bike, I went flying and landed in a thorn bush. A burning one. A talking, burning one that said it was god.

  I never really was the religious type. I'm more of a hands-on kinda girl. I’ve practiced witchcraft my entire life, which I kinda looked on as a religion of the self. I do mean witchcraft by the way, not Wicca. I know that's a religion but I don't practice it, I just do the spells. Wicca's a little too peaceful for me.

  Well, maybe I haven't practiced witchcraft my entire life but pretty damn close since Mom was teaching me spells in the cradle. Most babies got The cow jumped over the moon; I got sung to about drawing it down. Not that I’m complaining since it’s really helping me out these days but I’ve just never seen the gods as a big part of my life.

  Boy has that changed.

  I walked out of the alley, into the bright Hawaiian sunshine, and held a hand up to shield my eyes. Well where did you expect the gods to live? Okay, so they don’t all technically live in Hawaii. They have tracing points here but I have located some of their Hawaiian residences as well. The land is still filled with old magic, practically spilling with it since there isn’t much land to begin with. So it’s a convenient place to ferry in and out of god terrain. Whatever, it’s my home and I have to say I’m getting a little tired of sharing it with them. They have their own realm to live in, they need to go there. Or they can go to Hell for all I care...which also happens to be in the God Realm. In fact, from what I understand, there's a few of them. They can take their pick.

  About five years ago, I truly started developing a relationship with the gods and I’m not talking in the Do you have a relationship with God? Jimmy Swaggart sense. I’m talking about a deep understanding of how truly evil they are. Read your history books kiddies, most gods were revered mainly because they were so damn scary.